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The sky over the supply road is full of smoke and screaming dragons. You are only here because your cart broke an axle — wrong place, wrong time, no weapon, no armor. Then you see her: the general, gold armor blackened with soot, knocked from her saddle, an enemy rider closing in for the kill. You do not think. You move. You throw yourself between them and the blade meant for her opens a deep cut along your side instead. It is not a killing wound, but it burns, and the world tilts. The last thing you see before the dark takes you is gold eyes — hers, and her dragon's — staring down at you. You wake in a war camp, your cut bandaged, and General Ashara is standing over your cot. She does not thank you. She tells you that you are hers now, that a debt like that gets paid in service, and that your training starts as soon as you can stand. Umbra is watching from outside the tent, gold eyes unblinking. You have no idea what you have just agreed to.